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Magnus

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since 2001-10-10

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South Carolina, USA

0 posted 2004-09-11 09:16 PM

Oh raven of cold desert night, you fly the winds in wait.
You soar at golden dawn’s first light, you clutch my die of fate.

For I am here ‘neath blue bird skies, a rock my prison bed,
as sunlight glints your cold round eyes in wait of that we dread.

Each morning past the hour of eight your shadow graces me,
as here I stand in sleepless wait, my toil to yet be free.

The winds are blowing from the south, they chill the weary bone
still here I stand against this test, my life still clinging on.

I came to climb sheer canyon walls and glimpse the world from high
but tired I stand, my spirits fall, My Lord please hear my cry.

My one last sip awaits me now, from there I do not know.
I’ve prayed for help, He steers my prow, a rope I cannot throw.

And you dear friend of feathers black, My morrow may not come.
For I have scrawled my epitaph, dear Lord, I’m coming home.

These days are long, quiet nights I dread, the morn could be my last.
For I can stand no more this bed, my die once held is cast.

My severed hand between the rocks of Blue John where I stood.
A miracle, proclaimed the docs, for I had spilled much blood.

And thirteen souls with all their might did wrest from earth’s hard grip
a shriveled hand in stark cold light, the canyon lost....this trip.

Dedicated to Aron Ralston, who endured this fateful trip
in April, 2003...Blue John Canyon...If only we
could have or carry forth his courage and determination in our own lives.

[This message has been edited by Magnus (09-12-2004 01:06 AM).]

ThisDiamond
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since 2002-02-22

Posts 9353
Michigan, USA

1 posted 2004-09-11 10:03 PM

Quite a write there Slim...
Stands out taller than that 10 gallon hat!
Nice job Barry.
TD

Laoha
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since 2003-03-07

Posts 161
Nevada, USA

2 posted 2004-09-11 10:08 PM

If only we could have his courage......

China Poet
Poetic Moments

Susan
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since 2004-03-27

Posts 5104
walking the surreal

3 posted 2004-09-11 10:43 PM

He was quite amazing, wasn't he. Would that we could hear more stories of the like than the horror they place upon the news. Perhaps then people might take heart and courage from his example.

As always, dear Sir, you breathe life into your words.

Enjoyed -

Susan

Happiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind.

inkedgoddess
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since 2002-11-19

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Ohio

4 posted 2004-09-11 10:51 PM

you do bring life to these pages of blue

miscellanea
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since 2004-06-24

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5 posted 2004-09-12 12:07 PM

I couldn't agree more with the ladies! Your work just comes alive.
miscellanea

passing shadows
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displaced

6 posted 2004-09-12 03:46 AM

very touching

E S West
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since 2004-08-31

Posts 116
California

7 posted 2004-09-13 06:34 PM

Yes.. I just watched this the other nioght..

You did much justice to this.. well done..

E S West

"always be true to SELF, and follow your heart.."
" Ignorance is the root of all evil "

iliana
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since 2003-12-05

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USA

8 posted 2004-09-13 08:34 PM

Great write, BJ!

.....jo

serenity blaze
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since 2000-02-02

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9 posted 2004-09-13 09:26 PM

How graceful, how eloquent this is!

A poem and tribute to be proud of Mag.

(and you've a lovely smile, too.)

Sunshine

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Listening to every heart

10 posted 2004-09-15 02:50 PM

Dittoing the serenity of serenity...

Take a bow, Sir.

LeeJ
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since 2003-06-19

Posts 13296

11 posted 2004-09-15 03:08 PM

this was tugging at my heartstrings...I watched to...can you believe the raven flew over him every morning at 8:15 a.m.
Well done poem, wish he could read this.

Magnus

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since 2001-10-10

Posts 14135
South Carolina, USA

12 posted 2004-09-15 04:20 PM

LeeJ...FYI, I sent an email to Dateline
asking permission to send this poem, or have
it sent to Aron. No response as of yet.
I think he would like it.

JamesMichael
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since 1999-11-16

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Kapolei, Hawaii, USA

13 posted 2004-09-15 07:19 PM

Nice...James

Midnitesun

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Gaia

14 posted 2004-09-15 07:23 PM

His is indeed an amazing story, one that might inspire others to grasp onto life with every ounce of their being.

MGROVES

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california

15 posted 2004-09-15 07:46 PM

yes very nice

BluesSerenade
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By the Seaside

16 posted 2004-09-19 01:14 PM

Each morning past the hour of eight your shadow graces me,
as here I stand in sleepless wait, my toil to yet be free.

The winds are blowing from the south, they chill the weary bone
still here I stand against this test, my life still clinging on

This reads like a testament to mans inner spirit and the songs of life.

A hopeful write, Barry. Much enjoyed.

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